Selena's PovEvery day, there's always some bad news that comes our way, making it seem like our progress is in vain. As we huddle in my room, I feel the weight of our situation. Tristan has cut the budget for meal preparation in half, leaving us with smaller portions than ever. It's clear that we need to act fast to resolve this issue. We have barely enough food to feed ourselves, let alone the homeless people at the market. I suspect that this is Tristan's attempt to provoke Zander by giving him and his men crumbs for food."It's like everyday, that bastard thinks up new ways to be even worse," I murmur to myself, forgetting the audience in my room for a moment."My my, Selena. Did you just say a curse word?" Ana asks, grinning at me. Brown eyes light with humour.I grumbl gibberish under my breath and scoff at her."Must be all that time you're spending with the cursed prince. He's rubbing off on you, I'm telling you."Immediately, my cheeks flush hot and pink.I mean… maybe she
Zander's POVI have been keeping close tabs on Selena since I returned. I have my men watching her every single second of the day. I knew that she spent most, if not all of her time with Ana, her handmaid and Roy, one of Tristan's guards.She was in a good relationship with Lily and Sonia and with Alfie, the cook. I was aware of her routine. I made sure I knew where she was at any time of the day. It was less of me being a creepy stalker and more of me wanting to be sure of her safety.That's why I don't miss it when she sneaks out of the room with Ana, Lily and Sonya in tow, up to the moment Roy opens the east gate for them.Even before Kyle came to report the move to me, I was aware of it.As Selena left her room with her maids, it was pure instincts that told me to follow her. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. When I saw her leaving the house, my worst fears were confirmed: my mate was trying to run away from me."Here we go again," Aziel drawled in my ears. "Eve
Zander’s POVAziel had calmed down, but he remained restless in my head. The thought of Selena leaving, even if just for a while, had triggered something inside me. I couldn't let her go alone, especially not with danger lurking around every corner. Selena tried to convince me not to come, stating it was unfitting for a prince to walk around like a commoner. She insisted that it wasn't safe or dignified, but I stood firm. "I need to see what this city has become in my absence. I want to be with you, too." I said, taking her hand and enjoying the way she turned beetroot red when my eyes found hers. "What if it's not safe?" Selena swallowed, realizing she couldn't change my mind. "F- Fine, but you have to blend in. You can't go around looking like royalty."Thinking that I could blend in with ease, I rolled my eyes. "I don't need to change my clothes, Selena. I've seen every corner of this pack. I was born here."She gave me a 'duh' look. Her eyebrows shooting up. "Trust me, Zander,"
ZANDER’S POVAs I walked deeper into the pack, I couldn't help but notice the changes that had taken place since I was last here. The fountains that used to pour out sparkling clean water were now nothing but dry, muddy pits. The once-green fields and pack where I used to run and play football as a teenager were now dead and dull, overrun by weeds and neglect.But it wasn't just the physical state of the pack that disturbed me. Lining the streets were homeless men, women, and children, their faces contorted with hunger and desperation. They cried and begged for scraps, and it tore at my heartstrings.This wasn't the prestigious Poison Fang pack that I had grown up in. This wasn't the place where I had learned the ways of the werewolf and the strength of our pack. This was a shadow of its former self, a place of despair and suffering.My blood boiled with anger and frustration. How could this have happened? How could our pack have fallen so far? It was a disgrace, a mockery of everythi
SELENA'S POVI can't believe how weak I am. I keep telling myself to stay away from Zander, that he's dangerous, that he'll be the death of me. But despite all my rationalizations and warnings, I find myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame.Part of it is the physical attraction, of course. I ache to be near him, to touch him, to feel his body against mine. But it's more than that. It's the way he's both a beast and a puppy, fierce and gentle, wild and tamed. It's the way he makes me feel alive even as he threatens to end my life.Is it insane to admit that I might be falling for him? That I fantasize about more than just kissing him? I hate myself for it, I really do. I wish I could just get over him, move on with my life. But every time I try, I'm pulled back to him like a magnet.Maybe there's something wrong with me. Maybe I need to see a healer, get a lobotomy, purify my thoughts or something. It's not normal to be so attracted to the same monster that everyone else fears, is
SELENA'S POVZander was quiet for a few seconds.I closed my eyes, counting my days.This is it. This is where he'll switch up. Hate me, hit me, make me pay for rejecting him… but he didn't.He walked towards me, wrapped me up in his arms and kissed my forehead.I… I…My cheeks heated up. My heart started racing."I'll wait," he promised and my attraction to him skyrocketed over the roof. "I'll wait as long as it takes, Selena. I won't give up on you. I promise."Oh, goddess. This man will be the death of me.He pulled away from me and grinned and I wondered how I had ever mistaken him for Tristan the first time we met. There was so much kindness and light in his eyes, none of which I was accustomed to with his twin brother.I know I should be careful. I know I'm trying with fire. I'm still skeptical about all the powers he possesses, but it was impossible not to fall for him. Not to see the obvious good in him and appreciate it. "Where is your mind at?" he inquired, tilting my face
SELENA'S POVI slowly opened my eyes, letting my senses adjust to the bright morning light streaming in from the window. Glancing around, I took in my surroundings, realizing I was in the last place I wanted to be - Zander's room.I remembered coming back from the mission with the guys, and Zander had asked me to come to his room. The next thing I knew, his arms were wrapped around me, and I could feel his breath on my neck. The realization that his hard length was pressed against my backside made me freeze in shock.I wasn't sure what to do. Should I slip out of his embrace or push him away? I felt torn between the attraction I felt for him and the fear I had for my rejected mate, Tristan. If Tristan ever found out that I’d slept in Zander’s room, he’d be furious.No. He'd be beyond furious.Zander’s arms suddenly wrapped even more tightly around me, as if he could hear my thoughts. He placed his leg over my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him and relaxing when I settled into h
SELENA'S POVI couldn't believe it. I stood in front of the mirror staring at my botched haircut."So?" Ana prodded, holding the scissors to her chest and staring at me with hopefully brown eyes. "What do you think?"I swallowed and stared at my reflection."You hate it!" She proclaimed while frantically trying to fix it. "I'm so sorry Selena. I can't believe I did this to you," Ana said, her eyes filled with regret.I relaxed slowly to set her at ease."It's okay, Ana. It's just hair. It'll grow back," I reassured her, trying not to let my frustration show. But inside, I was freaking out. I couldn't go around looking like this; what if someone important saw me like this?"What are we going to do about it?" Ana asked, as she continued fussing with my hair.I sighed, "I don't know. I guess we'll have to figure something out.""Well, on the bright side, you're still really pretty. Really, you have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You look like the freaking moon goddess S
Zander's POV. I'd planned several times how I'd kill my brother. It's a sick thing to think about one's own twin, but I'd hated Tristan from the very moment we'd come out of my mother's womb together. I'd planned a slow death for him, I wanted him to watch as I took over the pack, I wanted him to see me take down every single thing he'd put in place, I wanted him to watch me make him obsolete once more. But I'd brushed all that away the moment Selena's body fell limply against mine. I could feel the few borders I'd kept up collapse in one instant and before Tristan had the chance to move I was on him, my hand was at his neck and my teeth were buried onto the other side. He screams under me, scratching at me, hitting in the eye nose and trying to break my teeth, but that barely worked on a regular wolf talkless of me, so undaunted by his little attacks I buy down and before he can react even further I rip a huge chunk of flesh out of his neck. His screams increase as I tear into his
Zander's POV. If not for the fact that her scent was everywhere. It wouldn't be the first time I'd dreamt of her, gliding into my office like that, saying that she has decided to forgive me, then she kisses me and I touch her and she moans and then I wake up. Sometimes I just dream of her walking into my office to talk to me, to laugh with me again, to slip her hand into mine and smile at me that bright way only she knows how to, I felt happy once again at peace and then I'd wake up… back to my miserable reality where she couldn't even look me in the eye. I hate it, I hate it. I hate not having her around, I hate having her so mad at me, I hate knowing I'm the reason she cried so pitifully that day. I miss her so fucking much.But in the midst of all the chaos happening in my mind, in the midst of all that turmoil and pain I was still planning, searching for ways to finally bring my brother down once and for all. While I knew Selena's current grudge with me was all on me I knew tha
Selena's POV. I was never a particularly cruel person. My mother raised me to be many things, strong, uncompromising when need be, tactical when making decisions, kind and many many other things that she crafted to make me the next great leader. But cruelty, I was unused to turning eyes away from people if they needed help, I was uneasy when it came to making decisions about execution or anything that had to do with murder and now even with everything I knew about him, I was still hesitating to make the decision that would get me the revenge that my family and I rightfully deserved. I had no trust for Tristan. Just because he suddenly woke up and told me about Zander's secrets doesn't mean we were suddenly friends. I wasn't stupid, telling me was more for his benefit, even though I wasn't sure how it was possible for me to kill a whole ass cursed Prince, getting Zander out of his way would benefit him a lot more than it would me. Two sides of me were conflicting here, one part of m
Selena's POV. Not even Ana's arms around me can comfort me at this point. I'm beyond distraught. The only thing going through my mind is an image of Zander standing over my mother, covered in blood smiling that same unhinged smile that was on his face when he came to rescue me that day in the woods. He was a monster, a violent bastard. He'd not only killed everyone I'd cared about he had the guts to fuck me afterwards and touch me with the very same hands he'd used to tear into my pack mates. These are the types of thoughts that are constantly making rounds about my brain. The majority of them were curses thrown in Zander's direction, others were shards of glass piercing into me as punishment for sleeping with the man that had killed my family. I was stupid, very stupid I'd let lust and infatuation drive me into the arms of a monster. Why? All because he'd shown me a little bit of kindness while I suffered in this pack. A nagging part of my brain feeds me with the thought that may
Laleh's POV. I could only laugh. Watching Selena in a state of clear turmoil might be one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life. Prompting Tristan to tell her about what really happened to her family was the right choice after all.I can't say I was surprised to find out Zander was behind it, though we'd chosen to rule their death as suicide it was obviously not. Their bodies were ripped about brutally and purposely and savagely enough that even I was disgusted. Digging into their deaths though was more for curiously reasons than anything else, a creature that could easily murder a whole pack of healers like needed to be assessed, I needed to know if I had a friend or a foe on my hands and guess what, the fee sources that I'd had all painted back to Zander, a little while before he made his return known he'd slaughtered every last person in that pack.Of course the information was secret and extremely hard to gather, but there was nothing a couple of charms and a good han
Zander's POV. Fucking Tristan. I shift back and tug on a pair of trousers as fast as possible, ignoring the pointed stares that are tossed my way as I run up the stairs in search of my mate. I can't even imagine the state Selena is in and only the goddess knows what he told her. I burst into her room to see her on the floor, her hair is a mess, one side of her face is swollen and very bruised, and her eyes are distant. Horror rushes through me as I remember her last encounter with Tristan, the way she'd pushed me away and shut me out for weeks, she'd barely eaten and was just a teary mess, all because he'd spoken to her, I wonder what he'd said now.I kneel in front of her trying to get her eyes to follow me. But it remains fixed on something very far away, cold and closed off to me. Second only to the time she was kidnapped I've never been so scared in my life. "Selena, Selena please talk to me," I say stroking her face and trying to get her eyes to settle on me.She blinks and
Selena's POV. The first few days since I woke up were odd, I spent them walking about the mansion in a haze and trying to regain my bearings, obviously that took a lot of time and Zander was there through it all, holding my hand and muttering encouraging words to me as I sweated out the last of the drugs. But even with my torturously slow recovery I wasn't blind or dumb or weak, I still noticed everything, for example the clear absence of Naz and Callum, Zander's distracted nature and the tension radiating from everyone in the pack I'm guessing it's because the time for the coup was drawing nearer but I don't understand Zander's sudden tension with his friends, not that he'd answer me if I'd asked him about it, rather he'd dodge the question and disappear for hours to 'work', I wasn't buying it I knew something was wrong but I was much too tired to even fight him on this. Instead I bent to his prodding and his gentle touches, I basked in the feelings and sparks that danced about us
Zander's POV. I've never felt such a deep sense of relief before. Watching Selena's eyes flutter open must have been the most comforting thing I've ever seen, because I could have melted at the sight of those lovely brown yes meeting mine again, yes they were hazy, but I'll settle for that after watching her just drop to the floor in a dead faint in that forest and after haring Naz say that she was drugged heavily and make might not wake up for weeks. That was five days ago and she was awake now. I could feel the relief in my bones, even Aziel was calm for the first time in weeks, he was the main reason I wasn't able to fall asleep really. When Naz would pry me away from her bedside and forcee to get some rest all I could har was Aziel's voice in my ear screaming at me to do something or he would himself, and honestly I was much too tired to control him so for once I bent to his will and actually do something. I went to the dungeons and hit that rogue as many times as I could, I tor
Selena's POV. This time I woke up in my room to the sound of people speaking in hused tones about something that sounded extremely important, in the sleepy haze I was in recognized Zander's voice, tight and commanding as he spoke to who I assumed was Callum, my limbs feel heavy and my tongue is limp in my mouth, but at last this time I woke up on a soft bed instead of the cold hard floor.I struggle to open my eyes and when I do it's barely a crack. I squint at the brightness of the room around me, used to opening my eyes to a piercing darkness for the past few days. My head isn't pounding this time but the glare of the light is working up a headache low-key. The voices around me come into more of a focus now and I can hear the distress in Zander's tone. I hold my breath for a minute to enjoy the smooth, easy baritone of his voice. I never thought I'd miss the sound of someone's voice this much, I shift and try to lift myself up but my limbs are too weak and my head is much too heav